♫♪ Welcome To Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!
The ad had seemed innocent enough. Vintage pizzeria given new life! it boasted, with a picture of its new mascots. They just needed a couple of guys to work the night shift at the security office. It was a minimum wage job, and there was a suspicious mention of "not responsible for dismemberment, injury or death", but Blues didn't think anything of it. Or at least, not as much as maybe he should've. After all, they were just watching a bunch of animatronics for five days a week. Like the ad also said, what could go wrong?
So he and Rock had signed up. He hadn't really bothered to be too careful with his uniform, already letting it get a bit wrinkled somehow. The shirt was only half buttoned over his chest, showing off the thin white undershirt beneath. He also had his shades on, and left his tie undone. Basically the most he'd done was bring coffee, since they'd be staying up for a good six hours with these stupid things. He'd been given a flashlight as well, which he kept on his belt. He made his way to the office, only five hours before his shift was supposed to start.
Walking past the party rooms, he raised an eyebrow looking over the animatronics. The "face" of the pizzeria- Freddy Fazbear himself- was kind of the generic kid's mascot. Pfft- dorky top hat and everything. The guitarist- Bonnie the Bunny- ...firstly looked like he had makeup on, and secondly looked pretty stupid. The girl of the group, Chica the Chicken- ... were the chest and thighs really necessary? She was probably supposed to be attractive, but "attractive" and "chicken" didn't go together in the slightest.
He didn't notice their eyes dart towards him as he walked.
Not surprisingly, Rock had gotten here before him. With a grin, the older brother placed the coffees down on the office desk. "Well, look at you, all dressed up to night watch. Heh- this'll be an easy hundred bucks, don't you think?"